Date: Thu, 14 Mar 2002 13:32:38 -0500
From: XH4M
Subject: BIG IS BETTER 29
BIG IS BETTER
By XH4M
This story is a fantasy. All characters in this story are fictional with
no resemblance to any real persons implied. Any reader with objections to
graphic descriptions of sexual encounters between males, who may not have
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PART 29 - DEEP IMPACT
Sam swung an enormous thigh over me, straddling my hips to sit up on his
knees facing me. He was still wearing his gym shorts too, that pair he'd
blown out the side seams by doing squats with his truck. I hadn't noticed
he hadn't shed them long ago.
Sam just grinned at me a little, then reached around behind his ass with
both hands. I heard the distinct sound of material ripping as he tore the
seat of his shorts apart with his fingers.
"Well, they was ruined anyway," he offered sheepishly. Then a moment later
he magically produced something in one hand from behind him which I
couldn't distinguish - it being as inky as the darkness itself - before
immediately dropping it unceremoniously beside the bed. But whatever it
was, it hit the floor with a resounding, heavy thud.
"Savin' the best parking space," was Sam's only cryptic comment as he
reached for my dong with one hand, rose up and eased his body down, gently
guiding my dickhead right between his big handsome pearly gates. I was
wildly excited by this suggestive act, but past experience had also taught
me to never count my chickens before they were hatched. He paused and just
looked down at me a few moments, still holding my huge dickhead firmly
between his cheeks. Then he suddenly eased down about 3 inches more. I
was startled when my cockhead slipped right through the gates of paradise
like St. Peter himself, popping suddenly right against his sphincter.
Sam stopped right there and then hesitated, rolling his eyes up at the
ceiling. His pec-mountains heaved as he took a few fast breaths.
"Lordy, is that big...."
"Believe me, Sam - I know it's awful big. And you don't have to...."
"Lordy, lordy, lordy, it's so BIG..." he interrupted, still gazing up at
the ceiling.
"That's O.K, Sam. You really don't have to. I'm used to that - and I sure
don't want to hurt you. You're the last guy on Earth I'd ever want to
hurt. Hey, nobody hardly ever even gets that far! But thanks for just
tryin' to... err.... But you can play with it though, if you want. That's
what most guys do - diddle around with it. Really, I mean that. It'll be
just fine with me. Honest!"
I never realized that we were on two entirely different wavelengths at that
moment.
"Oh, am I ever gonna play with it, boy..." Sam replied with a strange growl
through a mile-wide grin.
"That'll feel real good, Sam - just playing around with it. Guys usually
use something to make it slip better - less friction. Do you have
anything?"
"Well, aah... No, actually. Workin' my pecs like ya did... that sets some
things in motion, like one of them there chain ree-actions. Don't really
need nothin'. You could say that I'm kinda self-bastin' in my present
condition."
He chortled a few times but I missed both the humor and the point. Sam
sure didn't seem in a hurry to move off of me though. Then it occurred to
me that he might still be considering going to heroic lengths to keep a
promise that he probably wished he hadn't made now. He was already my
hero.
So I repeated myself. "It isn't worth it to me. It's not even necessary,
really. You don't need to do this...."
Motionless, he remained in that same position with my giant dickhead firmly
parked inside the main entrance of his cave.
"You's wrong on all counts, Pete. Oh, I'm MORE than worth the price of
admission, boy. And it's soooo necessary. I absolutely gotta do it...."
"Just play with it, Sam...."
"Okey Dokey!!"
With an impish smirk, he tucked his chin again, locking his eyes on me. He
grabbed his magnificent beach balls and, spreading them apart, stunned me
when he began sitting down even more. In one slow continuous downward
thrust, he took every last inch of my freaky dong, consuming the whole damn
thing right up to the Big Twins.
I could only stare up at him speechlessly, utterly dumbstruck. Sam's face
registered no sign of pain, nor even discomfort. Even after going through
a can of Crisco, no man before had ever managed to take my ass-splitter
even part-way inside him, let alone swallow me like a giant black hole
effortlessly gobbling up entire star systems.
As if that wasn't shocking enough, then Sam proceeded to his grind his butt
around and settled in even more comfortably, nuzzling his ass cheeks very
firmly into my thighs, as if sitting on a nest to incubate my eggs like a
big mother ostrich.
I was still so shocked that I could not move. I'm not sure that I even
wanted to, although that was a moot point with Sam sitting on me. He still
wasn't subjecting me to his full weight, thankfully. I suspect both of my
thigh bones would have snapped below my hips if he had. I was still
reeling from both the fact as well as the strange sensation of being all
the way inside him. He'd taken all of me like a cocktail weenie. My God,
this muscle-god must have routinely practiced with fire hydrants!
Sam paused momentarily, looking as though he was savoring a juicy steak.
Then almost purring, he said, "It's perfect. I never felt a piece of real
manmeat near this huge! It's amazin'... AMAZIN'! Ya fills me up real
nice! It's great to be hung huge, ain't it, boy?"
Well, at that moment I could not disagree. Wildly new sensations emanating
from my cock were like nothing I'd ever felt before. It was beyond
incredible. As Sam had said, it WAS just incredibly perfect - but maybe a
bit too perfect. You see, I was going to cum immediately - uncontrollably.
I'd just put the bullet up the barrel, and here I was, trigger-happy
already. I sure wanted to stay at this party for at least a little bit
longer, so I tried hard to take my focus off the sensations in my cock by
counting the square tiles in his bedroom ceiling.
"You ready to do a little ridin' now, boy?" Sam didn't wait for a reply
however, and proceeded to answer the question for me. "Sure ya is...."
Sam began to sit up on his knees, withdrawing my airship ever-so-slowly
from his hanger until only the huge head of my cock still remained inside.
He paused for a long moment. I expected him to then pull me out
completely; the duty done; promises made now having been honored. But
instead, he shot me a devilish look and just sat slowly back down on it
again, taking it all in one stroke right up to my pulsing manfruits. And
then he did it all over again - and then yet again - taking every inch of
my entire length, from top to bottom; big head to bigger nuts. I was
astonished that Sam would consider enduring this assault for even a few
more times. On those rarest of occasions in my past when I actually
penetrated a guy - and they'd all absolutely insisted on that, too - it was
more than any of them had bargained for. The looks on their faces told me
it was obviously a hellish ordeal for them. All efforts were rapidly
aborted. I wondered if Sam might be acting the part of a martyr of sorts
for that cause or perhaps, though I thought it far less likely, showing me
he was a 'tough guy' and could 'take it like a man.' That didn't fit his
seemingly easy-going, affable nature though, and Sam hadn't struck me as a
guy who needed to prove anything to anyone.
"Oh wow... Oh wow... That's huge..." he said, still holding his cheeks
apart as he rode me up and down on his knees. His tone of voice sounded
more astonished than distressed. In fact, he sounded almost... pleased.
"Is that feelin' good? Oh, this here is fuckin' by the way... just so's
you knows that, Pete. I was made for big pokers. So, does ya like
fuckin'?"
"Oh... Yes.... Yes.... Ooooh, wow..." was all I could muster in the way of
a response, as my eyeballs rolled spastically in their sockets, lost in an
inferno of lust, no longer able to even focus on the ceiling tiles.
Being deep inside Sam's ass... well... I had nothing else to compare it
with. This sure didn't feel at all like those few constricting,
uncomfortable cockpits that I'd managed to get myself inside before,
however briefly. That had been like trying to ram my cock into a thimble.
Sam's quiver held my arrow snugly, yet its lining was erotically soft, like
firm, warm jell-o. Even fucking pumpkins in the field when I was a kid
never felt THIS good. Up to this point in my life, that had been my gold
standard for pleasure. But I couldn't fathom how easily my cock was
sliding in and out of his chute. It was exactly as he'd said, but I knew
he hadn't used any lubricant. Still, it sure seemed like his insides were
Teflon-coated. This amazingly slippery custom-made fit brought waves of
unformed, new desires in my mind. I'd find found the absolutely perfect
orifice.
I thought to myself in wonder, "So THIS is sex. This is what real sex
actually feels like...."
The sensation of fucking - or was I being fucked? - I wasn't sure since Sam
was doing all the work. Whatever, I could have died right then and there
thinking that I'd honestly had the best life had to offer.
Sam's ass was making the round trip from my dickhead to my balls and back
with increasingly lustful speed. He seemed to be just as carried away as I
was, tossing his head back and forth, savoring it completely.
"Oh, wow... I feel it still gettin' bigger... Praise the Lord - even
bigger! Yowza!! Oh, yeah.... Oh wow. What a fuckin' huge real MAN'S
schlong! Ooooh... yeah, fuck me.... Fuck my big manhole here....
Ooooh.... Wooowwwww....
Sam began almost bouncing on it feverishly, pounding me forcefully with his
big, beautiful hard glutes. Nevertheless, he astutely controlled how much
of his weight I bore at any moment. And when our bodies came together, we
literally sparked. It occurred to me that Sam fucked exactly like he
lifted weights; like a well-oiled precision machine: unwaveringly steady,
relentless.
"Peel... peel my banana... Pete," Sam said in a breathy voice. When I
failed to respond after some moments passed, he must have realized that I
hadn't understood him, and made his wishes crystal clear.
"Take out my cock... just rip off my shorts.... Ooooooh. Fuck me... yeah.
Ooooohhhh...."
Sam's 'shorts' were only a fabric remnant, more like a shredded two-piece
loin cloth. I reached for the thin cotton waistband with both hands,
hitting a piece of boilerplate as the back of my knuckles contacted his
abdomen. I gave the elastic a hard tug, snapping it easily around his hard
waist. I tugged the rag out from under his balls and tossed it into the
darkness.
Sam's beautifully-beefy hard-on flopped free and weightily like a
conductor's baton keeping rhythm to his pounding ass beat. This man-beast
was genetically blessed in every respect; not only did he possess the frame
of a skyscraper to support such a supreme muscle mass, but he also had the
most perfectly-proportioned piece of manmeat imaginable to go with it.
Between the startling, long-despaired-of gratification of him fucking, even
mastering my huge dong which filled me with a sense of expansive power, and
the smart smacking of his fat heavy cock against my abdomen as he rode me,
and the sight of the Herculean man-beast himself towering over me, my
senses overloaded and burst into each other with tangled fury. Scent
became sound and sight became trembling finger-brushes - and
all-encompassing touch blended with salty tastes in overpowering flickers
of ecstatic euphoria.
His physique drew my eyes to it like the strongest electro-magnet, yet I
couldn't look up at him without wanting to cum on the spot. Each chiseled
muscle flexing in Sam's gigantic quads as he power squatted on my
fully-erect rocket ship almost undid me as much as the caressing sensation
itself.
Something about gazing up at his rigged columnular abs and past the heaving
slopes of his pecs which occasionally obscured his godlike face tugged
orgasm closer to the end of my cock. Seeing an upside-down pyramid of
immovable blocks of muscle stacked one upon another defying gravity,
corroded every fiber of self-control remaining in my will.
Tormentingly, Sam began masterfully flexing his abdominals. In an
astonishing display of supreme muscularity as well as control, his entire
abdominal region swirled like a mesmerizing muscular kaleidoscope, an
ever-changing visceral panorama as he willfully showcased each group of
muscles independently. At one moment, he emphasized only the large
centerline muscles, making them congeal into two vertical thick ropes.
Then he sucked his entire abdomen impossibly inward, making his waist
almost disappear entirely below his massive upper torso. Next he flattened
and flexed the entire region, making his external obliques prominently leap
out like a riverbed of large pebbles. Sam's belly dancing seduced my
astonished eyes toward his utterly manly glory trail spreading up from his
groin along the centerline of his deeply cut abdominal blocks. His
perfectly patterned body hair provided the delicious masculine frosting on
the perfect muscular cake.
Sam dramatically pulled in his abdomen again and it vanished beneath his
King Kong-sized chest, nothing more than a cave ringed in carved rock. The
dim light highlighted his great pectoral gods; and that colossal overhang
was the heart-stopping final straw. His mighty twin juggernauts appeared
impossibly thick from below.
His heavy chest armor bouncing, its tremendous mass heaving up and down as
Sam rode my war-horse into battle; the hot, engulfing suck and shove that
accommodated and even taunted my man-starved meat; all of these sights,
sounds and feelings collided together, pushing me uncontrollably over the
edge of the erotic abyss.
"Sam... You've gotta stop.... Hold still, or... or I'm gonna cum. Ooooh,
jeez. I gotta cum.... Oooooooh," I moaned out breathlessly.
Sam leaned over me and, resting his hands lightly on my shoulders, gazed
into my eyes, smiling. But rather than stopping however, he just began to
squeeze, draw and expel my cock all-the-more deliberately.
He said almost teasingly, "Already, Pete? I'm just gettin' all warmed up,
and you's gonna cum already? Well, ya ain't gonna cum. Puttin' your pig
in my poke here got you too hot, huh? That means ya must really like
fuckin' - a lot! Does ya like fuckin' my hot manhole, boy?"
Far from helping matters, hearing his 'fuck' words just accelerated the
onset of my orgasm.
"I don't want to cum - but I've GOT to cum.... I love your ass... I can't
wait... Ooooh jeez, that feels so good."
Sam grinned like he was toying with me while he continued plunging my big
baloney between his cheeks.
"Don't you fret. You ain't gonna cum. But a man's gotta do what a man's
gotta do, I reckon. If you gotta pop, go right ahead. Shoot your balls
off right in my cave. Yeah, fuck me with that big bull cock of yours...."
His eyes flashed, as boyishly playful as they were sexy.
"Pete, I'm just gonna stretch a bit... while you's havin' your orgasm..."
he said, almost feigning indifference except for the accompanying wicked
little grin.
Sam took his hands off my shoulders and proceeded to bury every last
millimeter of my big sword deep into his hot, ample sheathe. He clasped
his hands behind his neck, twisted his torso about 45 degrees and then
slowly raised the back of his arms up beside his head until his elbows
pointed directly at the ceiling. And what he did next is indelibly etched
into my visual cortex for the rest of my life.
He pulled his waist inward again and, tucking his chin slightly, arched his
back. Every muscle in his body simultaneously tensed all at once.
Something about seeing his physique in that specific posture was
metaphysical; beyond magical. It captured and dramatically showcased the
awesome degree of his muscular development like nothing else ever could.
It virtually screamed Brute Power and Animalistic Magnetism.
And like thick rungs on a ladder, his anterior serratus muscles led my eyes
from his central abdomen to his lats which exploded into magnificent
muscular wings forming the heavy gilded frame around a perfect masterpiece
of man. His biceps formed breathtaking boulders of hard muscle so huge
that they literally caressed his ears. Each head of his triceps loomed
like the Hydra. From his tiny waist to the tips of his elbows, the effect
was one of a flawlessly-shaped, spectacularly-wide "V" of supreme muscle,
male erotic beauty amplified to the extreme. To me it was like gazing upon
Hercules Reborn - a God of masculine potency, virility, and physical
perfection made in flesh.
I was totally overcome; or perhaps better said, could have cum over and
over again. And this Muscle-God looked down upon me as if saying, "Do ya
think I'm sexy?" with my schlong buried so deep in his asshole I might
never get it out.
My dick replied for me instead. My welling eyes were the ultimate trigger.
"I'm gonna.... Oooooh.... cum..." I moaned out, almost hyperventilating.
My manfruits seized and pulled up hard inside of me. My shotgun was loaded
and cocked. Overloaded with powder, in fact. I feared my opening salvo
would blow a hole through the top of Sam's skull, but I was powerless to
stop pulling the trigger.
"Ooooh... OOOOOOHHHHHH!!!" I went off like a battery of howitzer's opening
fire all at once.
Sam had other plans however. An ace in his hole you might say. Some more
tricks up his hot man-sleeve.
"You ain't gonna cum."
I felt my cock suddenly seized in a uniform vice-like muscular grip along
it's entire length; then my shaft was squeezed even more tightly from all
directions at once, like prey caught in an anaconda's constricting coils.
Sam simply stopped my first shot dead in its tracks. I had no possible way
to conceive of the pressure suddenly surrounding my entire cock. My breath
hitched as my blood surged and boiled and the room spun around in dizzy
loops. My load never even breached the barrel of my gun.
Seeming naively innocent about it, Sam continued to hold that pose, but his
twinkling, mischievous eyes were telling a different story entirely.
As soon as my gagging breath could form words, I stammered raggedly, "What
are you... how can you... Ooohh.... Ooooohhhhhhh...."
My orgasm was completely on auto-pilot: there was no stopping it. Despite
this iron grip around my big schlong, that overwhelming vision of Sam posed
so provocatively in front of me compelled me - demanded me - to keep
cumming. My balls yanked up again even harder, actually hitting Sam's
muscle glutes as I pumped out my second powerful volley.
"Fire in the hole!" Sam exclaimed, validating that his Launch Control had
also detected another missile firing.
But his freakily accommodating ass drew tighter and grounded that ICBM on
the pad, containing its blast-thrust. It didn't stop at crude power,
either. In the midst of this all-encompassing crushing sensation around my
cock, I began to feel distinct, localized waves of more focused pressure,
as if an even tighter, more constricting 'ring' surrounding my thick shaft
at a specific point along its length. But this 'ring' moved along the
shaft like internal fingers jerking me off. This wave moved from the head
of my cock down my shaft towards my balls, almost like the way a farmer's
fingers work a cow's teat to get milk. It felt like having my cock
'milked' - but completely in reverse. He was forcing my throbbing orgasmic
cum back down into my quivering balls.
Sam was clearly enjoying himself.
"I loves the way your huge balls slams my big cheeks when you's cumin'.
Oooh, wow... that's SOOOO hot...."
Sam could savor that particular sensation all he wanted because this
impossible act he was performing only increased the intensity with which my
big cannon fired, recoiled, reloaded and fired over and over again; every
shoot just as terrifically powerful as the previous.
"Oooh, jeez... wow. Ooooh, jeez. Oooooohhhhhhhh.... "
My perpetual hard-on had become my perpetual orgasm. As I shoot ferocious
volley after volley, Sam's muscular manhole strangled my big bone in a
warm, wet, undulated vice-grip. It was a valiant duel to the death. My
big enraged commanders screamed orders for my cannon to ceaselessly fire
until all of their massive stockpiles of ammunition were depleted, yet not
a single round could squeeze out of collapsed barrel. And miraculously my
big ammo stores were being re-supplied as fast as I could empty them.
"Oooh, fuck... wooowww. Ooooh, jeez, Sam... Oooooohhhhhhhh...."
The barrel of my big gun must have been glowing red-hot and on the verge of
melting from my relentless barrage. I was sweating profusely in empathy
and couldn't catch my breath as each unrelieved orgasm spun my brain around
on its stem. My entire existence hadn't the resources to absorb what was
happening. It felt like my entire body might explode into pinwheels of
ecstasy during this, the longest sustained orgasm in my life
Sam enjoyed the hell out of this torture, too. "Oh yeh ... That pulsatin'
monster feels so hot.... Oh, yeh. It's so big ... So full... Wow...."
And so it went incredibly onward; my bold Napoleon vainly trying to muscle
past his out-maneuvering Wellington. I'd met my Waterloo, inevitably
outflanked by a clearly superior, indefatigable force. My firing slowly
subsided with exhaustion, but there the analogy stops, for I doubt Napoleon
smiled at the moment of his defeat. I, on the other hand, surrendered
beaming ear-to-ear, writhing in pleasure beyond my imagination.
My cock no longer took orders from my body, but only from Sam. He pulled
himself with aching slowness off of my cock and moved up on the bed, then
stretched out beside me, resting his head on one elbow and putting his
other arm around my waist. He was beaming every bit as much as I was.
"Oh wow... Oh wow, that was AWESOME, Sam," I panted breathlessly. "I was
cumming FOREVER!"
"But 'cha didn't," he said, almost laughing as he shook his head. "You had
yourself one terrific orgasm - but ya never cummed. You never spilt a
single drop of your jizzim. Them big balls of yours are still
fully-charged. I done seen to that myself!"
My cock shivered in recognition of its master. I marveled, "How did you do
that! That was the wildest ... the weirdest thing ever! It felt exactly
like I was cumming ... well, sorta. But how did you ever DO that?"
Sam grinned, a bit sheepish yet proud of himself at the same time.
"I just has a way with those muscles, I guess. But I sorta had to do it,
Pete. I wanted ya to still be just as excited... so's... so's ya'd stay
freaky-sized," he said, sounding almost confessional. He reached down and,
wrapping his hand around my bone, began stroking and playing with it
gently. "Just like ya still is, I see. Guess it worked, huh? Bet 'cha
you's still feelin' just as horny, right?"
"More!" I gaped. I felt as randy as a rabbit; my lust hadn't diminished in
the slightest. My bone was still a total freakazoid and hard as a rock.
Not even a minute had passed, and yet I couldn't wait to do it all over. I
had a lot of lost time to make up when it came to sex, too. I felt like a
kid locked overnight in a candy shop and I found myself wishing he'd just
roll over so I could fuck him again and again.
"That fucking felt a gazillion times better than a pumpkin, Sam!"
He just chuckled. "Pumpkins need love too. You gotta tell me about that
some time. But not now...."
"So did ya like fuckin' my hole, Pete? I never felt no man like you
before. Damn near made me cry tears 'o joy too, it did."
I was surprised to hear him use words that unknowingly described my own
feelings, too.
"Pete, it felt like you was made to order exactly for me. That's an
amazin' big hot dong on you, boy. You's like some miracle just come into
my life, right out of nowhere. Like we was made special, all along, just
to fit together, exactly like that. So there - now you's o-fficially
fucked, boy. Did ya really like it? I mean - was there somethin' that
seemed real special 'bout it to you?"
I wasn't sure exactly what Sam meant. "It's not like I've had a lot of
experience, Sam... you know - fucking anyone. But that was the hottest sex
I EVER had - way better even than a blow job... well, not that I've had a
lot of those either... I'm more than a mouthful, I guess...."
Sam's eyes sparkled and he nodded, pleased.
"Nothin' ever made me as hot as your huge cock. I loves a guy playin'
around in my play pen anytime, ya know.... just havin' fun with
it... fuckin' it, and everythin'. But my sex-u-al urges, they got even
powerfuller after ya sucked on my pecs and juiced 'em so good before. I
just gets wet for the man and extra-accomodatin'... and extra-horny
feelin', too... like I'm feelin' right now...."
I wasn't sure I followed him totally - but I sure liked the way he was
handling my cock at the moment.
"What do you mean, your 'play pen,' Sam?"
"Why, I means my ass - and that big hole in the center of it, to be r-e-a-l
specific," he said, looking as if he couldn't quite believe that I didn't
know. He might have been looking for some sign or some signal of sorts
from me, but I wasn't sure.
"Truth is, it seemed like guys with the bigger cocks seem to like playin'
with a man's butt, 'specially. I just don't knows if ya has that special
yearnin' inside ya somewhere, too. Can't blame me for just hopin' that you
might be that kinda guy too - seein' you've got this here beautiful cock on
you the size no other man I ever seen. I was hopin' that you'd wanna get
much better acquainted with my play pen tonight. I was hopin' that gettin'
in-between my big pearly gates was sorta your thing, too."
While I seemed to be getting his general drift, I was also missing all the
nuances.
"I... I just don't really know, Sam," I said cautiously. "It's like I
said. I pretty new to all of this. But your butt sure
felt... wow... unbelievably hot! I'm not sure how I'd even know what you
really mean."
Sam had an idea. "Well, let's try somethin' then for the hell of it, OK?
Lemme just show ya. See if this does anythin' for ya. Here, take a look.
Is my ass sexy?"
Absolutely everything about the magnificent beast of a man was utterly
sexy, so that hardly seemed an enlightening question to ask me.
Nevertheless, Sam rolled on to his back and threw his huge legs up over his
head, resting his feet on the headboard of the bed. He shifted more of his
weight on to his expansive upper back and shoulders and then spread his
legs further apart with amazing agility. That pushed his beach balls even
higher off the mattress. Apparently this was to further facilitate my
hands-on inspection. One of Sam's hands managed to locate my cock and
balls again, not that they were any challenge to find, and began to fondle
them.
Suddenly, just seeing those deep treads on the big wheels mounted on his
chassis looming up so close to my face made me drool like an imbecile. I
remembered how captivated I'd by Sam's glutes before, up in the kitchen
when Sam was giving my first lesson on human muscular anatomy, ironically
using inhumanly-sized muscles as his teaching aids.
Seeing those perfect hard moons rising up over the bed screamed 'sex' to
me. His was the most magnificent 'arschbacken' I'd even seen. My arms
reached out as if they were being controlled by an invisible puppeteer.
"Your ass looks... absolutely hot, Sam..." I said, even as my hands already
roamed the hemispheres of his magnificent, hard twin moons.
"Yeah, I sure likes feelin' your hands rubbin' my butt, too. Wow, that
feels good..." Sam replied, almost purring. He lifted his head a little to
get a better look at me.
"Yeah, you just might have it in ya, afterall. Go ahead, Pete. Play with
my big butt some more. And remember, Pete - let that 'ol genie out of the
bottle. Do anythin' ya feels like doin' down there. Anythin' at all. It
makes me hot."
With Sam flashing me the green light, I surrendered to my crazy, impulsive
urge to just smack his ass cheeks with a hard open hand.
Sam's moaned loadly, "Oh, WOW. Yeah, that's it. Really get their
attention...."
I began checking his tires more enthusiastically, kicking the treads with
my fist, and running my hands below the rims.
"Woof! Feels like you's got the magic touch, sure 'nuf. You might be a
natural bum chum, Pete. Maybe ya never had no way to know that before, I
reckon. Just keep playin' with my butt some more - any way you want. It
feels REAL good...."
I was feeling exceptionally aroused. This activity seemed to be bringing
out the Explorer Scout in me.
As if he'd just read my mind, Sam added, "Ever looked down a manhole
before?"
The things that suddenly popped out of Sam's mouth could be counted upon to
disarm me.
"Ahhh, no... No, I haven't..." I said cautiously, half-embarrassed that
perhaps this was also something I should have been more familiar with
already - like fucking. I was also half afraid that I might find it a bit
too interesting.
"Do ya wanna see my big manhole?"
"Aah, sure, Sam. Alright. I guess so..." I replied, trying to sound
deliberately ambivalent. I didn't want to appear to Sam to be overly
enthusiastic. I wasn't sure why.
But Sam was almost cooing with joy. He grabbed his two beach balls and
opened his crack for my personal inspection.
"Look-ee, Pete. This here's my big play pen. You can call it my manhole -
or my man-pussy - or my fuck hole - or even my cunt if ya want. Names -
they don't bother me none. I sure knows I'm a man. From the looks of me,
I suspects everybody else sure knows that, too. I loves hot sex - and I
knows exactly the way I like it best, too. So call it anything that's
sexy-soundin' to you."
I stared blankly at his pink, glistening fissure, at once shocked at myself
for even looking and yet too enthralled for my own comfort. Sam knew me
much better than I knew myself at that time.
"Woooowwww..." I groaned, totally awed by the unexpected power of his ass.
Sam made his hole slowly pulsate like a sea anemone moves water in and out
of its body cavity. This big pink eye was seductively winking at me -
inviting me. The only thing that I could think of to call it was...
"Schoen hoehle... errr.. that's one hot hole, Sam...."
"So, is my big manhole sexy?"
"Is that ever... so sexy...."
Maybe it was the awe on my face, or my schlong slowly pulsating in
sympathetic rhythm with his hot cavern, or the drool falling on his ass
from my opened mouth that really led Sam to say,
"I thought ya had the look of a real top dog, Pete," he said, almost
delirious with approval. "I knows a genuine butt boy when I see one. Yee
Hawww!"
But while I may have been a 'born-natural,' Sam could also sense my
apprehension and reluctance. My hitherto unknown instincts would require
his utmost care, devotion and encouragement - to be carefully fed and
nurtured to blossom fully.
Sam astutely chose to encourage me with all the finesse of a carnival
barker. He knew his customer - and most importantly, what would hook me
and reel me in. So utilizing all the savvy of a seasoned Marketing
strategist, Sam launched his appeal to my latent sensibilities with a full
multimedia blitz.
"Here, lemme show you my hole even better...."
As he talked, he looped his massive arms around his hamstrings and pulled
his knees up to his head. This new piked position spread his cheeks
further apart, showcasing his sensual flowerbud. Sam's remarkable
flexibility forced sinews and cables of muscle to the surface, all the more
astounding for the thickness and immensity of his stretching, hard flesh.
"Some guy told me when I was fourteen that I was a natural-born rider,
Pete. 'Course even back then I was bigger than an average grown man. A
power bottom - that's what he called me," Sam said matter-of-factly.
I'm sure I looked real confused.
"You know - a REAL hog bottom!" Sam added, attempting to clarify it for me.
"Eine schweinvötze?" I blurted, surprised. I didn't understand.
Unfortunately, 'pig's cunt' was the best I could come up with on the fly.
"Yeah, well I'm probably that, too -- whatever that means," Sam chortled.
"I never know'd what he meant by that for a long time, though. Then I
growed even bigger and got me these big muscles over time, so's I scared
even more guys anyway. Well, most guys, actually, by the time I was right
around your age, to tell ya the God's honest truth. But that didn't matter
much anyway. The bigger I got though, the smaller guys' cocks seemed to
get. There wasn't enough there to even begin to fill the job requirements.
I thought I'd never find the right hog for my pigpen - that was, before you
came along...."
Sam released one leg and then gave my cock a couple of affectionate
squeezes with his free hand to emphasize his point. Sam grabbed his leg
again and wiggled his ass for my benefit. I never knew the male posterior
had so many ridges and cuts, each capable of so many distinct and separate
movements. He flexed his big wheels, winked his hole, twisted his lower
spine slightly from side to side, and raised and lowered one leg relative
to the other - all at the same time. His slow ass-rippling mambo was
spectacularly alluring. But as if that wasn't seductive enough, he wore
all-the-while a sexy 'come hither' expression. I felt downright patriotic
with my rocket's red glare and his beautiful big bombs bursting in air, and
all. My flag would still be there in the morning, too - guaranteed. My
temples were throbbing again already.
Like a bee, I was drawn back over and over again to Sam's sensual big
flower. Perhaps it was because I'd never really seen one before that I was
so fascinated and bewitched. But it seemed even more than that, as if
something inside urged me insistently to explore the hidden depths of his
rosebud.
"You wanna do somethin' with my manhole? Why don't ya just play with it.
Go ahead. It's hot for me, too. Whatever makes you feel horny."
"Can I.... just stick my finger in there? Ah... would ya mind?" I said,
though it was more a statement of my desire than a request. I felt
idiotic, my pseudo-politeness belying I'd just finished plowing it
thoroughly with my big Johann Deere. I flushed and my salivating mouth
went suddenly dry.
"Sure, you can stick anythin' ya want in there. I'm a real big guy. Hell,
you can even stick your head inside if that turns you on! And talk sexy,
Pete... I loves to here ya talkin' real sexy to me...."
I timidly poked my index finger into the center of his hole up to the first
finger joint.
Sam responded very encouragingly as soon as he felt my probing finger.
"Oooo, yeah. Play with my hot hole some more...."
Inside, it felt wonderfully wet and warm - like firm Jell-O. My entire
finger began poking in and out under its own power, like it was testing a
cake - one very hot birthday cake just about ready to be done.
Sam encouraged me to be bolder.
"You done teasin' me with that lone soldier yet? You've scouted the cave.
It's safe to bring up the rest of the troops now. It's a real big cave,
boy. Yeah, that'll feel good. Ummmm...."
Again I felt the odd sensation Sam was reading my mind... or maybe leading
it on somehow. I immediately recruited another digit to join the scouting
party - and meeting no signs of enemy resistance, I then engaged a third.
And it all seemed automatic, semi-conscious, instinctual - nothing I'd ever
imagined doing, must less enjoying. Like some part of me I'd never met was
taking control of me limb by limb.
"Ooooh.... Yeah. Now you're startin' to get me goin'. Yeah, play with my
fuckhole...."
Sam seemed to be enjoying playing soldiers as much as I was, and he was
right. The Three Musketeers weren't flushing out any more resistance that
the single scout had. I carefully tried the Four Horsemen, but even in
calvary charge formation, the resistance I'd expected never materialized.
This seemed to be way too easy.
"Yeah. That's good. That's real good....Ooooo...."
Sam writhed in obvious erotic delight as I slowly began twisting the Four
Horseman around, withdrawing and then reinserting them cautiously from
different angles. Spreading his legs wider, he engaged my hand with lusty
butt thrusts in the opposite direction. I hesitated, anxious I might
exceed some arbitrary 'acceptable' limit. Sensing my reticence, Sam just
muscled himself right onto my motionless hand like an anaconda swallowing a
deer. I watched my hand disappear right in front of my eyes, stopped only
by my extended thumb.
"Oh, wow.... That feels GREAT! Yeehaaa! Well H-E-L-L-O there! Please to
meet you too, Pete!!!"
My hand was suddenly seized in a steel glove and squeezed hard several
times in rapid succession. The brief but powerful grip came out of
nowhere, as if my hand was being checked out - examined - or shaken...
Something about the decisiveness of this pressure hinted at Sam's
capability to exert far more force than I currently felt. I hitched a
breath, realizing that had he wanted to, he could have easily crushed even
bone in my hand. I jerked my arm back spasmodically but it didn't move, as
if caught in a spring trap; I relaxed just as it did.
Sam said sheepishly, "I just wanted to feel it a bit, that's all...."
He rested his head back on the pillow and rolled his eyes back as if
savoring a rare delicacy. My hand was repeatedly gripped again, firmly but
more caressingly than before.
"Yeah, that's terrific! I always says you can tell a guy by his firm
handshake," Sam chortled, raising his head up to look at me directly.
I couldn't believe that Sam's man-cave was remotely the same as mine, or
any other man's I'd ever encountered before. It simply wasn't 'behaving'
in conceivable ways. His chute seemed extraordinary pliable, almost
amorphous. It easily accommodated invasion by any number of foreign troops
while also adapting instantly to any field formation I presented. It could
also in a flash become virginally tight. Whenever Sam chose, he could make
it as formidably unyielding as a medieval fortress, or as irresistible as a
rip-tide. And I noted another odd characteristic, too, as I pulled out.
Anything that passed through Sam's garage doors was treated like a car
driving into a Jiffy Lube. My hand was coated with a strange,
frictionless, glistening thin mucous.
But freaky or not, when compared with all others, his was also like going
from a Yugo to a Jaguar complete with all the amenities; luxurious,
comfortable, fast, powerful... and it made me feel sexy. I started
shivering all over, sensing some Pandora's box within me about to open, and
change me forever.
"Show me that gorgeous schlong of yours, boy. Just sit right across my
chest so's I can just look at it up close."
Sam lowered his legs and shifted his body up on the huge bed so that his
head rested on the pillow.
"Park that beautiful butt right here," he directed, patting his chest to
indicate where he meant.
His upper torso was so broad that straddling his chest was more like
mounting a saddled horse. I had to spread my legs so widely that I had no
choice but to actually sit. I winced, my legs unaccustomed to stretching
this far. His chest fully supported my butt and inner thighs, my knees
barely grazing the mattress. His chest was so deep I looked down at a
steep angle into his shadowed, square-jawed face.
I rode the swells of his breathing like a canoe, slowly relaxing my thighs.
Like a mountain stream tracing it's way through a pass, my big family
jewels rolled down-slope more and came to a tethered rest out in front of
me, nestled comfortably in the alpine valley between the majestic slopes of
his mountainous pecs.
Sam eyed my boys covetously. "Damn! You got some REAL balls. They're big
as Atlas Stones - you could go bowlin' with them things!"
I chuckled, "Looks like I'd be rolling all gutter balls."
Gravity was not having its way with my cock, however. My fully-fueled
missile defiantly arced out over his face, slowly oozing pre-cum like fuel
vapors as a sign of its launch readiness.
We remained gently rocking for quite awhile. I felt a bit queasy, rising
and falling like a horse on a merry-go-round, every breath he took
unencumbered by my full body weight. Sam seemed completely happy though to
gaze at my cock while he beat his own. I felt equally contented to just
look at him looking at my cock, watch the huge muscles in his arm and
shoulder rhythmically flexing as he played with himself, and feel the vast
living city of muscle teeming beneath me. It was a sublime moment. Ah,
yes - the simple joys in life.
As Sam meditated on my fat happy Buddha, he quietly recited a breathy
ritual mantra as he played with himself.
"... big cock... so big... unbelievable... so hot... wow.... it's so
huge...." Every now and then he'd extend his tongue, lapping underneath my
big dickhead to catch another long stalactite of pre-cum as it hovered
above his face. Then I'd hear him moan, "Uummmmm..." softly, as if
savoring Hagen-Daas' newest flavor of the month.
The tempo and earth-moving sensations sparked ritual prayers in my mind
too. I envisioned myself with a group of ancient Hawaiians. We were
standing along the precipitous rim of Kilauea, tossing flowery lays into
the volcano's fiery abyss below as reverent offerings to Pele, the
trembling might of the god making us sway on our mortal feet. Yup, tossing
a few lays into a hot hole ... those Hawaiian's had the right idea,
alright. They knew not only what to worship but how to appease their gods.
I opened my eyes when I realized that I myself longed for an eruption....
Which meant this subdued prayer meeting was in sore need of some good
old-fashioned Southern-style revivalism. I wanted to get this congregation
really fired-up and hooting and stomping on their feet. Sam liked 'sexy
talk' as he put it. His attention was already on the big preacher in the
pulpit. I just needed to testify.
"Wow, my cock feels so damn heavy. So - is it really as big as a dong,
Sam? I mean, do you think it's really sexy?"
"Oh wow, yeah. It's even bigger than a dong. It's freakin' huge!"
"It's sooooo hard, too. It's never been this big and hard at the same
time. Did it feel sexy when we were fucking? It's so freaky big, it's
hard to believe it felt good ... you know ... when it was all up in your
ass...."
"Felt good? It felt unbelievable! Swear to God - it's the sexiest piece
of manmeat ever fucked me!"
Fertile ideas seemed to be taking root again, at least judging from the
renewed sparkle in Sam's eyes.
"I really like that 'fucking' thing - a lot! I never expected it would
feel so wonderful ... and I felt HUGE, too. Did it feel huge to you, too?"
"Oh yeah ... huge alright ... just PERFECT! Sometimes it's hard for me to
feel if a guy's teeny weenie is even inside me yet! But your jumbo dick is
just a fuckin' miracle, Pete. It just sat up and said hello. I feel
satisfied ... completed ... No other flesh 'n' blood cock ever done that
for me."
I could almost see the wheels beginning to turn in Sam's head now. I
crossed my fingers.
"My hole's feelin' all wet and twitchy again, Pete. Wanna fuck?"
I thought he'd never ask! Jeez yes, did I ever. Visions of sugarplums
danced in my head. I wished Sam would just roll over so I could mount him
like a stallion because rolling him over myself was, of course, not even an
option.
My head started nodding up and down like a 2 year old being asked if he
wanted an ice cream cone.
"O.K., Pete, but why don't 'cha say it sexy-like for me," Sam teased.
So I considered for a second what might sound perfectly 'romantic' - well,
at least to Sam's ears.
"I wanna stuff you like a turkey...."
"Gees, you says the sweetest things," Sam cooed, shivering with delight,
"and sausage stuffin's my FAVORITE, too!"